FALSE GOD ☾ ADMIRATION ☽

[sparkspirit]

With eyes unblinking and body crouched low the the earth, his chin resting on snow-dusted paws, Sparkkit makes his presence known in WindClan's camp. Or, rather...he tries to make it unknown, with how small he has forced himself to be. The child has quickly grown into a somewhat lanky figure, with legs that do not entirely suit his size. Long, slender, and somewhat ungainly. He has to tuck them awkwardly beneath him where he crouches. He's watching. A patrol has just recently returned to camp, and with them: his hero. Sootpaw. Of the many apprentices in WindClan, who better to admire than the leader's son? He was confident, and clearly skilled. He was everything that Spark wanted to be one day. And everything that many others seemed wary of, in some strange way.

Curiosity wants to tug him closer, but still the kitten keeps his distance. Their conversation is drawing near, enough so that he begins to hear talk of what had happened. Could he ask them about it? Could they teach him something? He knows that his own apprenticeship grows closer, but he wants so badly for it to be now. Maybe they could take him out of camp. If Sootstar let them. If he asked really nicely, would she? Eager and antsy, Sparkkit's paws knead into the ground like a hunter in a perpetual pounce, but he can't quite make himself spring forward. Soon? Soon.

☾  OOC NOTES INFORMATION ☽

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  ooc: local child stares at @SOOTPAW like a weirdo
• sparkkit, sparky. dmab male, he - him - his.
  ──── kitten of windclan. equally loyal to windclan and family.
  ──── 03 moons old. born on dd.mm.yy, and ages in real time?
  ──── echolight x elmbreeze, adopted by yewberry. brightfam.
• "speech"

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[daisypaw ! [inact.]]

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It wasn't long before the sneaky mission of Sparkkit caught the attention of Daisykit who, while she still occasionally sniffled and coughed, was now on the fast track to getting better under the watchful eye of Dandelionwish.

Mimicking his sense of secrecy and urgency, the pale kit lowered herself into a crouch, nearly crawling over to his side and craning her neck to see what he was staring at. A patrol! They were returning! Excitement made her whiskers quiver, drawing closer to her adoptive brother. He was looking at Sootpaw with a distinct sense of awe, one that she matched. He was the son of Sootstar. So cool... Soon, when she was an apprentice, she would be the ultimate warrior.

Having not yet announced her presence despite doing little to hide it, she finally paused at Sparkkit's side, lowered into the same crouch and looking over to him. "Aren't they cool?" she whispered. "Soon we'll be the ones goin' on patrols n' stuff!"​

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[Echolight]

Keeping track of Daisykit had been somewhat easy, especially with the aid of Dandelionwish- but Daisykit times three? Well, that had proven to be more of a challenge.
Ebonykit and Larkkit were somewhere in the nursery, Echolight had done a head count just that morning- but as she poked her head out of the nursery, her single eye caught on her other two a distance away. When did..? She looks behind her, but with a defeated shrug goes to check in on them.
A frown wants to tug at her lips when the queen notes her sons awkward hunch, was he trying to make himself smaller? Still, she keeps a warm smile as she approaches Daisykits side, sweeping a feathered tail towards her daughters shoulder blade in an affectionate greeting. "What’re you up to, bunnies?" The mother hummed idly having barely missed Daisykits wonder-struck ramblings, she attempted to follow Sparkkits attentive gaze glued to the returning patrol. Ah, I see.
The queen thinks bittersweetly, time had flown too quickly, and it seemed her children were eager to grow up already. She opts to sit beside Daisykit, "your time will come soon, you guys will love the moors- you can see on forever, and in the warm season the breeze ruffles through your fur just right" she muses, oblivious to their moment of admiration for Sootpaw.
"Speech."
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[ WHAT A TIME ]​

 

[Juniperfrost]

While he had no fondness for Echolight and her brood, the potential for new blood was ecclectic on its own. An entirely new generation of cats that would hopefully be more adapted to clan life and understand their role, not hold onto foolish ideals the previous cats who dwelled on these moors still clung to.
His ice gaze wanders, watching Sparkkit and Daisykit both observer passing apprentices, one of which was Sootstar's boy, and the black and white kit their medicine cat had dragged in uttered her excitement with no real hesitation. She would be a bold apprentice for certain, or a troublesome one. Only time would tell which.

"Mind yourselves a touch longer and you'll be apprentices soon." The tabby commented as he padded over, voice neutral as ever but lacking its usual cold bite. Barring any nonsense like that one dark-furred brat Echolight had mentored, they would become 'paws' and then just as quickly move onto warriors before you knew it. "She is right though, you have not seen the moors in their true glory. Golden and rippling like a river." These kits were born in the most unfortunate time and he pondered the one-eyed molly's sensibilities about it. Some cats needed to better time their litters if you asked him, the less mouths to feed in winter the better and kittens were so fragile as it were.
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[Badgermoon]

Though he was relatively familiar with most of WindClan, Badgermoon knew that he was essentially an unknown to most of the kits, which troubled him slightly; they were the next generation, current and future Clanmates, for StarClan's sake. It was important for him to get to know them, especially considering it was now his responsibility to oversee their future apprenticeships and, later, their patrol duties. The only trouble was, of course, a tomcat who wasn't their father was not especially interesting nor fun for a kit - boring at best and scary at worst. Thus, though he would always be down for a friendly game of moss-ball or catch-the-feather, it was generally his experience that he was properly introduced to the youth of the Clan when they became -paws. Today, however, seemed to be an exception, as there were a pair of kits out of the nursery, watching Sootpaw wide-eyed.

Approaching carefully, not wanting to intrude on a personal moment between Echolight and the kits - nor between Juniperfrost and any of them, even if he wasn't a massive fan of that particular warrior - the bicolor tom made his way over, yellow eyes brightening as he heard discussions of the moor in the kinder seasons. It was those sights, sounds, and smells which he had first fallen in love with; they were why he desperately wished for nothing more in his life than to live here, in this windswept place, with these cats who loved it like he did. Leaf-bare had its few, chilly charms, but there was truly nothing like newleaf or greenleaf, with the glossy expanses of grass, luxurious blooms of heather, and abundant, juicy prey. He gave a low purr and added, "Much better to stay in the nursery for leafbare, anyway. But wait 'til greenleaf - you've never seen rabbits so fat!" ​

 

[SOOTCHASER]

eyes bore into the back of sootpaw's head, as he returns from a hunting patrol. the rabbit he carries weighs heavy on his neck; it's almost as big as he is, but with his petite figure, that isn't saying much on the rabbit's size. still, his jaw aches from dragging it through the snow-laden fields. the apprentice puffs out a sigh as he hauls it the last few fox-lengths over to the fresh-kill pile, allowing it to finally fall from his grasp.

normally, sootpaw would've been eager to warm up his paws with a quick grooming session... the frigid numbness from staying out in this leaf-bare weather is uncomfortable at best, and he finds himself growing more impatient by the day with the cold season. new-leaf seems so, so far away... it's frustrating, this impossible wait for warmer days.

but today, his attention is drawn away from the chill that's settled in his bones by that feeling of being watched. sootpaw narrows his own olive gaze, snapping his head around to find the source of the sensation...

there, just outside of the nursery. his eyes meet turquoise ones of echolight's spawn. sparkkit, if sootpaw remembers correctly... he doesn't think highly of the half-faced queen, believes her loyalty to be fickle. she is, after all, the niece of emberfang and pollenfur. but, maybe her little demons would turn out better... maybe if they're given mentors who can mold them into model windclanners. maybe, if treachery doesn't run in the family.

maybe, but sootpaw doesn't hold onto such uncertain hope. only the infuriatingly sluggish march of time will tell.

he has no idea why the kid is staring, though... a quick once-over of himself reveals that nothing is out of the ordinary with his appearance. its only the musing of echolight, juniperfrost, and badgermoon that brings him to the realization: sparkkit is impatient to grow into an apprentice. well... that's one thing that the two have in common. probably the only thing, too. certainly, the wait to become an apprentice is annoying- but it is nowhere near as agonizing as the wait for his approaching warrior ceremony. the day where sootpaw is no longer treated as a child couldn't come quick enough.

"it's maddening, isn't it?" sootpaw acknowledges the two kittens who stare at him with his head jerking to one side. "the wait?" he laughs, but the noise is hollow, half-lidded eyes colder than the snow that clings to his fur.​